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A New Chance

Teetering on the edge of the Brooklyn Bridge,

Slipping, my hands losing their grip,

The frigid river rushing up to meet me,

I give up hope, knowing I can not survive the fall.

There is darkness.

A speck of light appears, beckoning.

I pull myself towards it, falling with every pause.

I thrash more frantically, coming slowly closer.

I break the surface, gasping for breath.

The light blinds me, pushes me down,

I slip under the surface once more,

Everything begins to go black.

I am falling through the icy water once again.

Suddenly I am stopped, hanging in the freezing river.

A pair of strong, warm arms around me, I begin to rise.

We break the surface once more.

I am dragged up onto the rough wooden docks,

The docks I thought I'd never see again.

I open my eyes once more, searching for my savior's face.

I see a teenage boy of around 17,

Blond hair, haphazardly appearing from under an old newsboy cap,

One eye covered by a faded leather patch, the other sea green.

I sit up, reaching towards him, but stop,

As he smiles and retreats into the shadows,

He seems to evaporate into nothing.

An human angel, sent to help, then disappear,

Leaving me with a thousand questions,

And a new chance for life.